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The  Last  race  o 
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THE  LAST  RACE  OF  THE  RAIL-SPLITTER. 


When  Z(.rxes  and  wlieii  Cvrns  led; 

When  Bonaparte  and   Washington, 
They  took  the  Jif/i(.  as  it  is  said, 
Not  so  King  Lincoln,  linds  his  fun. 
Says  Old  Ahram,  as  is  he, 

Soak'd  with  whiskey  or  with  rum. 
In  the  city  safe  I'll  lie. 

And  the  bullets,  1  will  shun. 

\\  hen  dyint:  soldiers  strew  the  plain, 
In  Washington  he  keeps  his  guard, 
Far  from  the  peril  and  the  pain, 
Prepar'd  to  run  from  Beauregard. 
JSays  Old  Abrani,  as  is  he, 

t'oak'd  with  whitkey,  or  with  rum. 
In  the  city  safe  111  he," 

And  the  bullets,  I  will  shun 

But  there's  a  race  he'll  likely  take. 

When  Southern  troops  slvili  press  him  hard, 
Some  morning,  when  he  early  wakes, 
And  hears  the  guns  of  Beauregard. 
Say.=  Old  Abram,  at  his  tea. 

Soak'd  with  whiskey,  or  with  rum, 
"In  the  cih/  safe  I'll  he," 

In  the  morning,  he  will  run. 

In  that  great  race,  he'll  be  the  first. 

And  Northward  streak  his  hurried  way; 
When  Baltimore  he  cannot  trust, 
And  Washington's  too  hot  to  stay. 
Says  Old  Abrani,  as  is  he, 

Soak'd  with  whiskey,  or  with  rum, 
Seward,  we  had  better  flee, 
Take  a  drink  and  let  us  run. 


Quick — out  of  bed— no  time  for  pants  ; 

Says  he,  from  bullets  we  must  run  ; 
The  shirts  they  fly—the  linen  flaunts— 
The  little  dog  laughs  at  the  fun. 
Says  Old  Abrani.  we  will  be, 

Soak'd  with  whiskey,  or  with  rum, 
Seward,  let's  the  bullets  flee, 
Take  a  drink  and  let  us  run. 

As  frightened  rats,  when  houses  burn, 

Escape  before  the  ruin  falls. 
So  honest  Abe,  his  tail  will  turn. 
To  save  his  skin  from  rifle  balls. 
Says  Oil!  Abrara,  as  is  he, 

Soak'd  with  whiskey,  or  with  rum, 
Seward,  we  had  better  flee, 
Take  a  drink,  and  let  us  run. 

He  was  so  scar'd  that  dreary  night.  * 

When  hidden  like  a  cask  or  bail. 
In  railroad  cars,  from  ev'ry  sight. 
He  pass'd  this  city  on  the  rail. 
Said  Old  .'\brani,  as  is  he, 

Soak'd  with  whiskey,  or  with  rum. 
These  city  boys,  are  death  to  me, 
'Tis  safer  hide  and  from  them  run. 

The  night  he  hid,  and  sent  his  wife, 

Where  dead  ne.xt  day  she  might  be  found, 
And  lose,  on  Central  Road,  her  life. 
Whilst  hidden,  he  went  dodging  round. 
Said  Old  Abram,  as  was  he, 

Soak'd  with  whiskey,  or  with  rum. 
My  wife  is  very  good,  you  see, 
To  die  for  me  and  let  me  run. 


*  It  will  not  be  forgotten  that  Lincoln,  after  his  election,  on  his  way  to  Washington,  heard  at  Harrisburg, 

that  a  plan  was  laid  to  run  the  cars  off,  and  kill  him  on  ihe  N'orthern  Central  Road,  or  in  Baltimore;  (a  mere  in- 
vention, when  not  a  foul  thought  of  hurting  a  hair  on  his  head,)  and  to  avoid  the  imaginary  danger  to  himself,  he 
slipped  around  in  the  night,  in  disguise,  by  the  Philadelphia  Road,  and  sent  his  wife  and  son  by  the  cars, 
which  were  to  be  smashed  up,  to  be  killed  in  his  place. 


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